Faith had chased him here. Simon always thought that was ironic, since he never had any. She was persistent, he’d give her that.
How many people he had disappointed! His parents, his wife, his kids, his friends. God, he was a screw up. How would he ever make it up to them? For his parents it was too late for that, but the other people in his life he might be able to scrape together some dignity, if he had any idea where to start.
Well, he was here now, might as well make the best of it. His wife, Leah, suggested he try moving out of the city to straighten things out. Her uncle had a ranch, the old “go west to make a man out of you” thing. Recent references to gay cowboys not withstanding…
Simon often wondered how many people enjoyed the paths their lives had taken. How many would do it all over again and change everything. He sure would. He didn’t think this was a midlife crisis, he’d felt like a letdown most of his life, nothing new.
Simon felt a bit guilty as he gathered his things. Leah had no idea.